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(Y/N) POV I sat high up in a tree, watching as Newt went about doing his duties. A large smirk plastered on my face while he huffed and puffed around; I twirled the dagger in my fingers as I obsessed over how cute his face looked. I was dropping leaves from the trees, watching them graze his skin. Just before he could catch a glimpse of me, I swung out of view quietly. Sitting higher in the tree, I watched him groan in annoyance and leave the base of the tree. “Silly Newt,” I giggled. Leaning back against the trunk, I stretched out my legs on the branch I sat on for a quick nap. After an hour, a stick reached up and began to poke my thighs, startling me awake to see Chuck looking up at me. “Something wrong, Chucky?” I teased. “Gally is looking for you,” he grumbled, tossing the stick aside. “Come on; what were you doing up there?” I jumped down, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him along to where I was needed. “I’ll tell you when you’re older. Let’s not keep Gal

(Y/N) POV My feet dragged through the freshly fallen snow, a blue and purple hue to them. I walked through the dark streets of New York before I came upon an abandoned arcade with its doors swinging slightly in the cold winter wind. Gripping my thin blanket tighter, I quickly ducked into the building. As I shuffled around the old machines, one spooked me as it lite up in teal lighting; I read the name. Tron? A tingling sensation sparked through my small fingertips as I traced the controls on the game before pressing start gently. “Broken. Old. Malfunctioning,” I grumbled when nothing happened. I turned to leave as teal lightning bolted from the game around me. I shut my eyes tightly, opening them once I was in a large room that was definitely not the arcade. Four strange women appeared through doors in the walls wearing latex one-piece suits and with their hair in tight buns. With my short height, they all bent down to remove my tattered clothing and blanket to replace them with a

(Y/N) POV Unlocking the doors to the police station, I walked into the dark office with papers littering the desks. With the lights off, the sunlight of the early morning lit up all the dust that rested over everything from the night. I sighed and turned on the lights to start the cleaning process, the broom next to the hall doorway sat mockingly. “Oh, boy.” Reaching for it, I began to sweep the floors throughout the building. A few of the overnight cell patrons greeted me, smiling and waving as I shuffled all the dirt from their doors. Mainly drunkards with throbbing headaches; I headed to the station kitchen to make them some breakfast. “Thank you, (y/n).” I earned happy grins and sounds of content with the food. Heading back to the front, Hugh Collins was taking off his coat and cleaning up the papers. I smacked the back of his head, earning an awarding “OW!” from him. “Normally, it’s clean. I see that goblins must have destroyed the office in our absence.” I teased the